The Edge Of The World

Where the land meets the sea

Image for post
Image for post
Photo by Zack Minor on Unsplash

This is where I found Her. Waiting so patiently for my adult-self to re-member who She was.

I would walk along the edge of the sea. I would gaze out into the horizon. I would sink my feet into the sand. And I would know I was exactly where I belonged.

My senses filled with the sound of the surf, the smell of sea air, the taste of salt on the wind, the feel of sand. I had come home to a place I’d never been before.

It was standing there with my feet sinking into the surf that I re-membered Her Love. Her care. Her vastness.

For years I had lived in the numbness of survival, head down, trudging away in my self-imposed prison.

It was only when I came to the edge of the world did I smell the sweet scent of life. My Life — yet to be lived — if I had the courage.

It was only when I came to the edge of the world did I feel my heart open. As Love filled each crevasse.

It was only when I came to the edge of the world did I hear the sound of my intuition. Whisper, then shout to me the truths of existence.

It was only when I came to the edge of the world did I as long last look up. And out. To the horizon.

It was only when I came to the edge of the world did I taste freedom. And let everything else go.

Namaste.

Get the Medium app

A button that says 'Download on the App Store', and if clicked it will lead you to the iOS App store
A button that says 'Get it on, Google Play', and if clicked it will lead you to the Google Play store